Something slid off the seat when the transport jolted back into the air, rolling against Sammy's foot. She leaned down to pick up the small white sphere. She didn't think it was S.H.I.E.L.D. issue. It would have been stowed properly.
Maybe she'd just had an eventful evening, but it looked somewhat familiar. There would be no thinking about random stuff tonight so it went into her pocket for later. First she would get down her impressions on the Shakespeare spouting creep so she could check the Avengers files, and then think about what happened with Qamar.
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